Chapter 22: Take That Back
Lizzie
I punched him in the nose.
There wasn’t any dramatic buildup to it. No heroic speech, no warning, no moment where I stopped to consider consequences or social etiquette or whether assaulting the host at his party was a wise life decision.
My body simply moved.
One second Tatum’s hand was lunging toward me, fingers outstretched like he thought grabbing me was the most natural thing in the world.
The next second my fist slammed into his face.
The crack echoed so sharply that for a split second I thought something in my own hand had broken. The impact shot straight up my arm, rattling my bones, but it was nothing compared to the look on Tatum’s face as his head snapped backward.
For a moment the entire room was left rooted to a spot in shock. Then
